Making Friends among the Ghosts (Galactic Alliance Dominion of Susefvi & Suarbi 7)

[Nubica Felidae]

[Posts=5/20]​

Objective: Make myself useful
Allies: None yet
Enemies: The fighters have it...

Her lasers blazed in sequence, stippling the fighter with red energy darts. One hit each wing, melting great furrows through them, while the other two lanced through the cockpit right above the twin ion engines. The engines themselves tore free of their support structure and blew out through the front of the ship, and then exploded in a silver fireball that consumed the rest of the fighter.

The green and white R2 unit slotted in behind Nubica, hooted, and data started pouring up over the fighter's main monitor. It told her in exact detail what she was seeing unfold in space around her.

With a flick of her thumb, Nubica evened her shields out fore and aft, and then throttled back up and slashed in at a pair of ships making a run on the freighter. She slid her crosshairs over on the trailing pirate as it began its shallow glide along the freighter’s hull. Her quad burst caught most of the port wing, liquefying it in an instant. The molten metal froze in a long black tangle of ribbonlike shards trailing after the damaged fighter. The pilot juked his ship to the right to escape her, but that flew him straight into a burst from one of the the freighters few turbo-lasers, vaporising the pirate in an eyeblink.

The lead fighter rolled to port and cut down past the curve of the freighter’s hull.

The R2 unit sounded a mournful tone.

"Yes, I know what I'm doing."

The droid blatted harshly at her.

"Yes...I'll be careful.”

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

Objective: C, help the Susevfi Defense Force root out a strange threat
Location: Abandoned mining facility in orbit over Susefvi
Allies: None yet, maybe [member="Chevu Visz"], [member="Jaren Solain"]
Enemies: [member="Sage Bane"]

The arm wasn't unknown to the former Sith Lord, if he ever even was one. By proximity only, he had taken part in this mans shaping and far more. The sessile tri-amphistaff that hid beneath the ooglith was an abuse of intellect, the mind of Gabriel used towards the willful production of another weapon. One made powerful in the image of the One Sith, one molested and changed forever. But as much as that beast was a powerful weapon, it was a crutch as well. One that Reverance had built in fail safes. Particularly, the DNA of the Chimera Wrath running through the blood of the amphistaff and groundmouth. In essence, the DNA of Gabriel was running through the man now attacking. And more importantly, he was trained in the hand gestures of power and control over the Amphistaff. If there was ever an enemy for Sage to fight, properly equipped against these biological weapons, it was Gabriel. And with an inflection of the mind, the power glands shifted in the beasts, rotating the field outward and away from the striking surface. Enough to give the charging man lee way over the brunt of his attack, to go on unscathed, and perhaps unnoticed by the Sith Lord and Hand.

As Sage came to, Gabriel flecked the lightsaber down and would move to charge as the freight train of his tactics dictated. But then the swell of the force stopped him mid track as he felt the piercing penetration of the Hand. A role reversal of power, he shook his head and lifted his hand to his temple, dropping to his knee and wracked with a prominent deep pain crossing the length of his brain. He could feel his pulse throbbing across his eyes and he could hear it across the ear drums as the power unrelenting and unabated, tucked in deep for impact. He had never been impacted by powers so easily like this, a mind normally a fortress against the mental prowess of even Matsu. The one who trained this man, he was confused and in agony. He silently prayed it wasn't an inbuilt weakness of the cloning process, hoping against all hope that this was merely a fatigue from the transfer. And in his own desperation, he dragged the beam of the lightsaber across his left hand. Flesh boiled and rose from the proximity before charring as he focused on that pain, on the here and now and what he could control.

With a gaze stricken with the momentary relapse and jump back into the real, he pressed forward with his presence. Vongsense, he would commune with the amphistaff arm. Remind them that the man who stood next to them was a tool of the One Sith, a brother to a Chiss, the species who used technology with no constraints. That he was the embodiment of everything that the Yun'O stood against, everything the Legion Yun'Do was against. Why he was a commander, Gabriel asked the amphistaff, he beckoned them to take action against the abuse of an empire. That they would no longer be used for the greed and eminent domain claims of the One Sith. In unison, he would ask them, for the prosperity and love of life, to turn their bile upon the master. And spit their acid across his open flesh. At the very least, distract him from his current mental attack, so that Gabriel might attack and right this wrong.

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

Objective: Assassinate President Elenan Bal'yin
Allies: [member="Darth Pyrrhus"]
Enemies: [member="Tionne Thanewulf"] [member="Sarge Potteiger"] [member="Canal"]
Posts: 5/20

They were so close to the target now that Darth Azurea's heart beat with adrenaline. The President was right inside that room. She didn't want to die to prove her worth as an Assassin - if the situation became too dangerous for the human and Togruta, they would retreat, as much as Pyrrhus would scold her later for even thinking such a thing.

But unlike her Master, Azurea could not mask her Force Signature. She knew there were lightsiders around and very soon, her own malevolent presence would be unmasked.

In her sweetest sounding voice, she added to the explanation of why she and the Jedi Togruta were visiting: "We are from the Susefvi AgriCorp branch. A few weeks ago, the President said he would provide funding to local organizations. We are here to see if we can apply for one of these grants. He said to come in person. It was in his press conference."

Darth Pyrrhus was moving ahead, but calmly. Azurea began following him, saying to the soldier who stopped them, "As you can see, we are just agriculture specialists… farmers really."

 

[Zonia Kalranoos]

Objective: Protect President Elenan Bal'yin
Allies: [member="Sarge Potteiger"] [member="Canal"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] [member="Darth Azurea"]
Posts: 3/20

A ginger brow was raised when sounds of commotion just infront of the door reached Tionne's ears. [member="Canal"] was ordered to let no-one enter the floor on which negotiations were taking place. The exact location was kept as a secret until the very last minute, with only a handful of people in Galactic Alliance and president's closest security knowing where exactly they would discuss the treaty. Thus, an information leak through those channels was improbable. It was only then that Thanewulf realized the ingenuity of Starchaser's plan; if the rumored assasins were indeed powerful Force-sensitives, they would have no problem tracking the signature of Potteiger. As a matter of fact, his presence would paint a bull's eye right on president's forehead. The added bonus was Tionne, who could mask her presence in the Force with perfection. Essentially, the executioners were walking right into a trap, without even knowing it. Tionne smiled herself as she watched the exchange of arguments between president's advisors and Galactic Alliance staff.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please excuse me for a moment." the redhead said and rose from her seat, then swiftly made way to Sarge. The discussion at the table continued without her.
"They are here." she said, while leaning in to speak in the most quiescent tone she could muster - "Protect the President at all cost. They've gotten this far so they must be in disguise. I'll see if I can maim them out for you."

With that being said, the redhead slipped past Potteiger and through the door, which lead to another door that separated the hall from the corridors outside. Tionne took a few moments to compose, her Force alignment completely concealed, pressing those nerdy looking glasses to the root of her snub nose. When the door slid open she stepped outside to stand next to Canal, and let the door close behind her. Her gaze rose to behold two individuals, a human and a Togruta, clad in customary Jedi robes. Where the heck did they get Agricorps uniforms? The guise was rather elaborate, she granted them that.

Thanewulf offered a wide, welcoming smile. The way she was dressed, the way she bore herself, that subtle body language told both Canal and the visitors she must be some sort of secretary to either the Galactic Alliance or the President himself. One could argue that subdued femininity was cause of many office affairs.

"What seems to be the problem, officer?" she inquired with a lop-sided smile and clasped her hands at the small of her back - "Don't you recognize Jedi when you see one?"

 

[Nubica Felidae]

[Posts=6/20]​

Objective: Make myself useful
Allies: None yet
Enemies: The fighters have it...

Even before her R2 unit could hoot a warning, the hiss of lasers splashing themselves over her aft shields caught Nubica’s full attention. Her secondary monitor showed the fighter dropping in on her tail. Must have throttled back and hovered near the engines, waiting. This guy is good. Her admiration was grudging but justified.

Pumping more energy into her shields, Corran rolled her X-wing right, up onto the S-foil. She pulled back on the stick to start a loop and held it for three seconds, and then cut her throttle back and inverted. Pulling back harder on the stick, she completed a fast loop, and then throttled up through the end of it and rolled out right.

As her fighter's nose came to point at the enemy fighter, the pirate rolled his craft and dove away from her. She started down after him, but cut back to 75 percent of her speed. As she anticipated, the pirate cut his speed as well, hoping she would race past him. Instead she triggered one quick burst of fire that hit high on the pirate’s port wing, burning a black hole through the red stripe. She then stood on her right rudder pedal, keeping her guns on the enemy, and poured another quad burst of laserfire into the enemy.

All four ruby darts drilled through the port wing, and then stabbed deep into the cockpit. A bright light flashed through the hole the lasers had opened, and she expected the ship to explode, but it didn't. Instead it began to come apart, with bits and pieces of it whirling away as if the bright flash had disintegrated all the rivets and welds used in its manufacture.

 

[Sumalee]

Objective: Join in.
1/20

Sumalee's lip would draw into a thin line. Sonar would flare her senses, echolocation panning her head towards an area up ahead. Was there some sort of a commotion? She wasn't sure.

At 2.39 meters in height, it was hard to miss the statuesque, crimson skinned Jedi Padawan. She wore heavier armor than normally worn by her brethren, who were more apt to use a lighter load for agility. Her kind were pack oriented, working closely with others as a unit. The only difference was that Sumalee's height made her the target of opportunity.

This was alright, as it allowed her to focus more on utilizing her height and her balance for her benefit. Her fighting style turned more into defense and maintaining the focus of her opponents, allowing others to work along with her while she took on the brunt of the damage.

For now, however, there was a question of just what lay beyond the hill. Her scouting party mentioned about potential Jensaari exiles who were aggressively fighting against the current leader's regime.

Maybe some aggressive negotiations were in order.

That's generally what happened when a 2.38 meter female Togruta with arms as big as a man's thighs came near.

 

[NPCs by Varon]

Objective A
[member="Darth Pyrrhus"] [member="Darth Azurea"] [member="Tionne Thanewulf"] [member="Sarge Potteiger"] @Canal

Elenan nodded as he took the treaty in his hands, flipping through it for several moments before having to squint and setting it on the table. "Indeed I have, and so has the various committees in the legislature." He shifted in his seat once more, eye flickering to outside the door. Was that something he had heard? He paused. No, indeed not. That was fortunate. "No need for titles in this room. All are friends here." His guards shifted to line the room, rather than simply clustering around the President. If the Jedi were careful and very deliberate, they might sense some Force sensitivity coming from one of them.

The President continued. "I find it mostly agreeable, with the exceptions of a few points. One is the trade bargains, which are a minor detail that can be debated in the legislature to their hearts content." The Caamasi chuckled, or would have, if he was human. "Different parties will have different ideas for that and it will be up to them to reach a compromise. I dare not get involved in that fight." He harrumphed slightly. "The other is that of governors. What exactly are they and what role do they have in the politics of allied worlds?"

The security guards shifted suddenly, hearing Canal challenge the intruders, and moved to take up defensive positions. The President frowned in worry and shifted back in his chair to grab his walking stick. This would be unfortunate. One hurried forward after Tionne to see what was going on. He hurried back in a few moments, seeming more than a little confused.

"President, there appear to be two Agricorps Jedi seeking grant money for the local chapter," The man scratched at the side of his helmet with his glove. "I didn't know we had an AgriCorps chapter." The President tapped his walking stick against the floor, thinking.

"I was unaware of that as well, Finz," Elenan said after a moment, "We suspect them to be the assassins then, yes?" He mulled it for a second. "Tell them to speak to the downstairs secretary and schedule an appointment later in the week. That will test their sincerity."

The vaguely Force sensitive guard moved to take a position opposite Sarge by the door.

Objective B
[member="Anastasia Rade"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Judah Dashiell"] [member="Matsu Ike"] [member="Kaia Starchaser"] [member="Julius Sedaire"] [member="Aston Jacobs"] [member="Tachon Zur-Ksi"]

The Council inclined their heads in various amounts to return Julius' bow. Defender Tillian, at the end, gave the deepest bow. That was a speech he could respect. The Saarai-Kar alone remained unmoved for several moments before standing and gesturing around her to the rest of the council.

"This is a fine speech, Knight Sedaire," She began, leaning heavily on her walking stick, but with her voice still strong and sure. "But these are my family, by blood, marriage, and honor." Her helmeted gaze swept up those at the table. "My collective peoples are those of the Suarbi system. What has the galaxy and the great powers ever done for us? Long ago, we were hunted down and murdered like animals by the Jedi and the Empire after that. Freed from their yoke, an ex-Imperial enslaved us once again and then the reformed Jedi Order consumed us. Darth Krayt's empire broke our bonds of fellowship, oppressed our people, and made us betray everything we had grown to love." An alarm sounded at the holodisplay and she snapped her head over to observe. "Report!"

"Saarai-Kar," The Defender spoke, studying the display. "Another raid on a bacta convoy. Looks they have a skilled pilot as escort though. Possibly even sensitive."

"Dispatch the Ring Defenders," Lareena said without any hesitation and returned to the assembled delegation. "How can we trust you not to do the same? How do we know you will not bring suffering to our people and our families?" She paused again, resting both hands on the walking stick. "I do not like Susefvi being pulled further into galactic affairs. It places her people at risk, far greater than many benefits can outweigh. We shall not interfere with the legislature, however." She studied each one, scrutinizing their faces from behind her mask, eyes old but still piercing. "But convince us that aiding you would benefit Susefvi, if you will."

Objective C-Old Mining Facility
[member="Chevu Visz"] [member="The Revenant"] [member="Sage Bane"] @Peyton Steel [member="Jaren Solain"]

In the room previously occupied by the Revenant and Jaren, two holodisplays popped up. Both flickered weakly and the sound was garbled, but the images were clear enough, all considered. One was the conference room in which the President and GA delegates sat, addressing the current security situation. The other was a space battle, with the display focusing on newly arrived fighters defending the convoy.

Sergeant Major Horn strode down the hallway towards where they kept the dead thing that had attacked after replacing her helmet and shouldering her rifle. Her squad formed up behind her, moving forward as if advancing on an enemy position under fire. There was no recklessness here. No confidence. Just professionalism and concern. Clearly, this was no ordinary threat. Something had them worried, even now in this seemingly empty base.

More echoes clattered through the walls and then a high screech that was almost human, but not quite. Whatever it was, it made Horn and her squad freeze and circle up, activating the lights on their helmets to pierce through the gloom.

"Defensive positions!" Horn called out to the rest. "The things are back! Watch the wa-" She got no further before something burst from a grate in the wall and latched around her leg. She opened fire with her blaster, bolts deflecting off into the floor as it growled and snapped at her. It yanked back, dragging her down to the ground. Her squadmates bent down to reach for her, but more shapes, human, but twisted and bent, darted from the shadows, striking at those on the edges before disappearing again. The soldiers opened fire, trying to drive them off. Horn vanished into the wall, grabbing at anything with one hand while still firing at the shape that dragged her into darkness. "Durasteel limbs!" She roared before being cut short and vanishing.

Long moments later, the other shapes would vanish as well, after having taken another SDF soldier and one or two GA troopers. Silence descended on the halls once more, except for the scurrying inside the walls, echoing through the hallways. If they had managed to down one of the creatures and examine it, it would be quite a nightmare to look upon.

The creature had once been human. A spacer, perhaps, with remnants of graying hair and a scraggly beard, but with marred and twisted features, durasteel rods protruding from the body and connecting to the various spider-like limbs jutting from from the ribcage and spine. Some of these had foot-like appendages, others claws. Some were severed and cracked, indicating damage. The face too was changed, flesh sinking and eyes falling into the sockets. An extra mechanical eye protruded from the center of the forehead.

BYOO
[member="Nubica Felidae"]
A small wing of fighters came screaming down along the convoy from above, barely visible on scanners and bearing no markings. Phantoms, the local pilots called them when sharing their often false encounter stories. A few SDF pilots seemed vaguely amused at such tales, but nobody was ever sure why.

These new fighters dropped into formation around the convoy or dove onto the attacking raiders, darting and weaving like madcap dancers, green lasers arcing out towards the raiders clearly intending to destroy them all.

Nubica would receive, of all things, a telepathic message, brief and to the point. No further communication would be received from the ships for the duration of their stay, short as it would be.
You fly well, young one. If you ever wish to join us, leave a message on channel six-seven-niner-point-three.

Once the threat would be contained, they would vanish into hyperspace.

[member="Ibaris Varanin-Jacobs"] [member="Liam Quez"]
Diving and treasure would be a wonderful adventure, full of beautiful fish and delicate coral dappled by sunlight through the water. Now, whether or not they found any treasure was something else entirely. Such activities could be very dangerous on Susefvi. All they had to do was ask Alliance member Veino Garn about what happened when he did that, many, many years ago.

But as they lounged, a musician wandered up the beach, playing cheery songs and songs as ageless as the sea, giving a quick scoundrel's wink of congratulations to Liam as he passed, still playing and whistling his tune.

@Sumalee
Beyond the hill, there was indeed a commotion in order. A band of spacers, by the looks of them, were huddled around a speeder, dazed and unmoving while two armored figures moved about, tearing through the cargo, evidently seeking for something. Another sat, legs crossed and hands together, reaching out with the Force. They would be noticeable in the Force, but just a glimmer, or rather, the shadow of a glimmer.

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Objective: B
Allies: [member="Kaia Starchaser"] | @Judah Dashiel | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"] | [member="Anastasia Rade"] | [member="Aston Jacobs"] | [member="The Storyteller"]
[4/20]

This was a fair, and level enough question coming from the woman. One he gave more than a moments thought as he considered it, thinking and planning. What would they gain, legitimately, by joining the ranks of the Alliance? Protection, security , these had all been promised to the assemblage time and time again throughout the millenia, and it never turned out the way it was promised really. They of all the peoples in the Galaxy had a reason to be suspicious.

Platitudes, well meaning or not, spoken like a politician would do no good here. These were a hard people with a proud and noble history and guarded past. All of that was for very good reason as well, given what the Saarai-kar had just spoken of. So it was then that Julius decided, perhaps, that being the traditional Jedi and jabbering on and making empty promises would do little to achieve his goals. A proper Jedi knew when the time to speak was, and knew when the time to act was. And perhaps this was a time to be his own ideals, rather than trying to return in vain to the Code and the ideals of the Republic.

"Why? There are no words that I could speak which would convince you. Nor should there be any. You are a proud people and a noble brotherhood, and every word spoken to you has done you a disservice to this point. So what is left, if words are empty and of such that they are beneath you? Action is the only course, yes? You know Corellia... You know her people, just as the Galaxy knows of your people and your history, to an extent, so too do all of you know of mine. We do not sit on our hands, rest on our laurels. We do not tolerate the deceptions and abuses you speak of. I am no Master... I am no great Marshall or leader of men as some of my companions are... I am a simple man, doing my best by those I can in the Galaxy... I have cast my lot with this Alliance because they are men and women who think the same... So if you doubt our words, and for good reason, then tell me, what can I do that will prove them, and our cause to you? I can speak until I am blue in the face enough to match my robes... But tell me, what can we do that will convince you? Because words are wind, and the wind is useless unless your sails are trimmed right."

The closing was an old, old phrase he had heard from an aged pilot turned sailor on Corellia, and it rang true here. To further the symbolism, he did something else he had only seen done once or twice, but perhaps it would hold here. He unclipped his saber from his belt, holding it by the ring and rolling it to the woman leaning on her cane, the simple cylinder clattering to a stop in her reach. As it rolled to her, his eyes met hers, and he nodded, the meaning clear as he placed his hands, backs of them on the cool stone and palms up, waiting.

"You command, I will listen. I won't speak. I will earn the trust we ask for by deed. And I challenge those with me to do the same. If this is not enough, then tell me what is. You are not the same as your predecessors, and neither am I. And I will prove it."

 

[Nubica Felidae]

[Posts=7/20]​

Objective: Make myself useful
Allies: None yet
Enemies: They keep on coming…

Nubica looped her X-wing away from the dying ship, but before she could vector in on another, she heard chatter on the tactical channel. "Come about on a heading of one-two-five, mark one-seven. Capital ship incoming. It's yours."

"Ours, Commander?" The same surprise Nubica felt in her chest came flooding through her fellow pilot’s voice. "That's a pretty tough target."

"We'll just have to be tougher than it is, won't we?" The reply came loaded with grim irony.

"As ordered." Nubica brought her fighter around on the appropriate heading and locked the target into her computer. "Estimated time of arrival at missile range is forty seconds."

Another X-wing pulled up on Nubica's starboard wing. Yet another came up on Nubica's port wing and another hung back off her port wing. Nubica goosed her ship a bit forward and shifted her attention toward their target, trusting the others to keep her informed if pirates were vectoring in on them from behind.
Not likely, though, since they've got plenty to keep them busy. By now, massive salvos of energy shot up and down and side to side, filling the area with a dazzling light show. Nubica would have been more than content to watch the turbolaser bursts flow back and forth, but the fact that they were lethal was more than enough to keep him from finding much beauty in them.

The capital ship loomed larger. Lights blinked placidly at the various corners, almost inviting inspection. Almost half a kilometre long, about half as wide and tall, it bristled with turbolaser batteries, proton torpedo launchers, and tractor beam stations.

Nubica flicked her weapons-control over to proton torpedoes and linked fire so two would go with a single pull of her trigger. Her R2 unit brought up the heads-up targeting display and the HUD fixed a green box around the ship. The droid began to beep insistently as it tried to get a target lock; then the HUD went red and the R2’s tone became constant.

“I have a firing solution, transmitting now. On my mark. Three, two, one, mark!"

 

[Sage Bane]

Objective: Subdue the faux Wrath
Location: Mining facility
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: [member="The Revenant"]
6/20

A dark grin spread slowly across his face as Sage watched the faux Wrath crumble from the agony of his Mind Shard. In all of the galaxy, there was nothing quite like the sight of another man on his knees before him. The pain was so intense, the creature, this doppelganger of his friend, even scorched his own hand with his lightsaber in a desperate attempt to rid himself of his mental suffering. In his mind, even as he continued to press the Shard deeper into the recesses of his enemy's psyche, Bane began to forge new plans for this being. He would capture the other man and shuttle him back to the Temple of Pain on Fresia so that he could be unmasked. Whatever strange magic that enabled this man or beast to take on Reverance's form, Sage wanted to learn.

Suddenly, his amphtistaves began moving on their own accord. He cocked his head, releasing focus on the mental attack. Sage had not sent his amphistaff that command. The trio began to rear up and with a fierce hissing sound, spit their venom at their own master. Sage was dressed in his Dark Armor, but had to shield his face with his forearm, lest the poison ended up being sprayed into the eye holes of his helm. In his mind he began to wrestle for control over his Vong pets. Only when he was an apprentice did they display this much disobedience. What the kark was wrong with them?

As he lost control over his pets, his gaze flashed to his enemy whose eyes were locked on Sage's amphistaves. With his pets turning against him, Sage decided to enlist some help from his new pets. Ancient high Sith incantations tumbled from his lips, and the shape of the Sith Lord's cast shadow began to undulate. The shapes broke off from the main shadow and rose into the air, thick black smoke molding itself into the shapes of four-legged beasts. In a few moments, five Sith Familiars, Sage's Hadzuska Rowa stood around their Master, their black bodies huffing, and eyes glowing a malicious red, ready to do his bidding.

 

[Ryan]

Objective: Space Superiority
Allies: [member="Nubica Felidae"]
Enemies: NPC
Post Count: 1/20

Then-------

Lieutenant Sven Tolen was half a sleep in the pilot common area just off the caps main hangar. Ok, lets be fully honest here, Sven was out cold sawing logs as if he was ancient lumberjack. To the point where his fellow wingmates had placed human shaving cream upon his face with great success of not waking the vulpine fighter pilot from his deep slumber. His flight was on standby as reserve relief fighters just incase things went south on this mission. So they were all geared up and chilling out in the common area tell they were needed, which in most cases they were not, hence why some of the pilots dared some grab ass maneuvers upon the Corellian Amarian.

It would of been an grand spectical he woke to the suprise of being creamed, unfortunately the time was horrible. Klaxon alarms blared through out the ship and their common area lights when red for alert. The Lieutenant snapped out of his slumber and tossed himself out of his chair and rushed towards the hangar in precisioned drilled muscle reflexes. It was half way to his X wing did he noticed he furry face was covered in shaving cream. "yoo sons ay $@#@#@!!!"The fox's silvery voice would pipe out in anger and embarrassment. Now the pint size fighter pilot was dashing across the hangar while multitasking wiping his face off as the best he could. With each wipe he would have to flick his four digit hand to rid the clumps of cream onto the durasteel deck. I am going to kill them all!.

Tug, his blue and white rd2d unit, was already running pre flight operations on the X wing. As Sven scrambled up the ladder, the little robotic made a sly comment to his master's fashion statement. "Stow it Tug!" Tolen would snarl at his droid companion. bad enough he was pranked at the worst time possible, but to add insult to injury his very own R2 was jibing him. They all are going to get it!!!

He was with in his cockpit, crash harness holding him tight against his chair and his deep smoldering black hues scanning the X wing's HUD. Seems there were enemy contacts that the escort squadron was engaging. Few flips of buttons and press of the ignition button his X wing roared to life with a good start. "blue flight, dis is fox.... soun' aff!"

The other three wingmates all sounded off, some of their voices were riddled with choked up laughter which did not go a miss with the Lieutenant. They are all fethed when this is done!!!

"control!!! blue flight gran' ter go!" Sven would relay back to the ship's space command!

"Blue Flight! You are green light!!!" was the reply back

Now---------------

"blue flight! lock on ter dat capitol ship!" Sven would command his fellow wingmates as they formed up on [member="Nubica Felidae"] . " lets bust 'er wide open!" The amarian piped up in excitement as his R2 unit acquired lock on the ship's main engines. Felidae's countdown hit mark and Sven instinctively fired off a salvo of two proton torpedoes "One and Two off!!!" He would report back.

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

Objective: C, help the Susevfi Defense Force root out a strange threat
Location: Abandoned mining facility in orbit over Susefvi
Allies: None yet, maybe [member="Chevu Visz"], [member="Jaren Solain"]
Enemies: [member="Sage Bane"]
[8/20]

He saw the man move his lips, heard the words of the old language. The very same language he had heard Matsu speak a number of times before. Beautiful, deadly, and utterly insane. Everything Reverance could want in a love, everything Sage could need in a master, and everything Gabriel abhorred about the Sith dogma. No care for life or the sanctity of it's passing, no care for the divinity of the mind, and no love in the flesh that covered the carcass beneath. The undead moving freely, this man before him took such form to a particular perfection, broken skin manipulated to the benefit of power. Even preceding the moment that he cut his own arm from the body with solid blade, he was always anchored to something more ruthless.

As the amphistaff turned against the master, Gabriel wasn't intent on sitting there and waiting, feeling the distraction of the mind shard retreat from it's hold. He barred his teeth as he saw the Sith Lord move, charging forward to engage. His left hand recalled behind him and he focused. But where the world was once so colored in red, he called to the force with a different sort of mannerism. The sort of questioning and pleading that in this moment, he needed it's help. There was no ideology towards kow towing, no mentality of using something broken beneath the heel. While the Sith looked at the force as a tool, Gabriel chose to view it as a choice. One that he had made as he stepped from the rotting embrace of his brother, taking memories and energy from him in the stead. As the brighter side of the coin, he collected upon the lightside and imbued powers with that invigorating injection.

Nearing the Sith Lord in his charge, somewhere between the amphistaff attack and the precipice of the summoning of the familiars, Gabriel punched forward with his left hand, a meter from the man. But where he punched, he released not a physical attack but instead a suggestion. A suggestion to kneel and surrender and accept his crimes. And that suggestion came in the form of a force repulse, one pregnant with a growing aura of goodness and righteous purpose. The sort of lightside power that could unright the wrong of such horrific tutelage. The sort of teaching that Reverance had not only supported, but actively endorsed

 

[Djorn Bline]

Location: Capitol Building
Objective: A
Allies: [member=Sarge Potteiger], [member=Tionne Thanewulf]
Enemies: [member=Darth Pyrrhus], [member=Darth Azurea]
Post Count: [2/20]

It seems that the two individuals that he stopped were determined to see the president, and the soldier understood that their affairs with the president needed to be attended as of right now especially when they were members of the Jedi Order when they both announced their affiliations. But these "facts" wouldn't cause the clone to allow them pass him and his men to see the leader Susefvi leader. His guard was still up and didn't fired a single shot even when they were slowly approaching him. Determination sometimes led those to step boundaries not meant to be crossed.

"Master Jedi," Canal began and formerly addressing them, "I understand your desires to see the president about this issue of yours, but I cannot allow you to enter those doors. My orders are strict due to the hostile environment around the president thanks to the popular rumors going around. Your appointment with the president will have to be delayed until he can see you in an appropriate time frame."

Then from the doors leading to the conference room came out Tionne and a bodyguard of the president. The clone was then asked by the redhead of the situation at hand. "It seems that these Jedi have a meeting with the president, ma'am," Canal said, his attention still being aimed at the human and Togruta. "I mean, they are wearing Jedi robes. It's an odd thing to see a Sith Togruta, ma'am," he answered Tionne 's second question directed to him. He wasn't sure what she meant, but all he cared was both visitors to leave the floor they were on.

 

[EmKay]

[member="The Storyteller"]
OBJECTIVE B/BYO
[2/20]

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Tachon heard the masked lady's speeh. He honestly had nothing to say. He was no politician, Jedi, or even very loyal to the Alliance right now. He was just one of those right-place-right-time landings. So he continued to stay at the edges of the room and merely observe. Maybe he'd learn about politics or negotiations. That wasn't his interest, though. He was probably the furthest thing from that. A man of action, not words.

"Oh well," Tachon mused, "It could be worse."

 

[Nubica Felidae]

[Posts=8/20]​

Objective: Make myself useful
Allies: None yet
Enemies: They keep on coming…

All four of the X-wings fired their proton torpedoes at one time, using her R2's targeting solution to guide them. A capital ship like the one they faced sported very powerful shields and individually fired proton torpedoes would have been unable to pierce them. Eight torpedoes coming in at the same time, aiming for the same point, would over-stress the shields, draining them of energy. This would create a critical time window in which the shields would be weakened, or would totally fail, and have to be regenerated.

Her R2 sounded another long, strong tone. "Second salvo. On my mark. Three, two, one, mark."

Eight more proton torpedoes streaked out from the incoming fighters before the first set had hit. The first eight torpedoes detonated against the ship's top-port shield. The shield itself went opaque, taking on a milky-white hue as it attempted to dissipate the torpedoes' energy. But sparks shot from the shield projectors rimming the ship's middle and a roiling ball of plasma bounced across the hull, scorching grey paint as it went.

The next eight missiles hit in a ragged sequence and exploded brilliantly along the station's middle. Flames vomited into space as a blast opened a hole three decks deep and vented atmosphere. Armour plates whirled into space, half melted and twisted. Turbolaser batteries split apart, leaving blackened holes and warped metal where they had once been part of the ship.

 

[Ryan]

Objective: Space Superiority
Allies: [member="Nubica Felidae"]
Enemies: NPC
Post Count: 2/20

"WOOhhhhh!" Sven hooted in excitement as he watched as the their combined ordinance penetrate the enemy capitol ship in a brilliant display of sci fi violence. "gud kill felidae!" He would praise the jedi pilot who was lead pilot on this attack. Though he doubted the jedi would take the same amount of pleasure in such a immense loss of life, not like the ferocious fox that was grinning a toothy grin from ear to ear at the spectacle.

Tug, Sven's R2 unit, reported more enemy contacts. A squadron of snub fighters, uglies, inbound zeroing in on them. "they must 'av a carrier sum wha?" Announced over the comms, though his HUD could not pick up any ship of such designation with in sensor range. The damned thing must be a micro jump away, birthing uglies at waves at a time. "blue flight on me! lets git sum!!'

Fox would increase throttle and vector for head on confrontation with the incoming squadron. It was a highly aggressive and dangerous maneuver to attack in such a fashion. But this would keep most the uglies focused on Blue Flight while hopefully [member="Nubica Felidae"] and hers could re position and outmaneuver them and attack on the flanks. That was what he would do if he was in her position, but he was not one to give a Jedi Pilot orders on the field of battle, especially one as skilled as her.

"Shields forward!" He really did not need to tell Tug how to do his job, the droid had anticipated the tactic and just as Sven open his mouth the shields to the forward were ate full power. At the same time Tug acquired missile lock. "that a fella!" The fox hooted as he let loose a proton torpedeo, while at the same time baring down on the target with a volley of laser cannon bolts. The exchange was mutual minus torpedo, which was lucky for the alliance pilot for jinking and juking out of a head on missile would of been difficult, like the ugly just found out first hand.

The enemy craft exploded in a bright flash with a quick snap of flames bursting out then being nulled by the lack of oxygen in the void of space. "Frak!" Sven snarled as he had no choice but plow through the debris, his shield taking most of the brunt but he could feel his ship vibrating with the contact as ship fragments bounced off his hull. Tug was shooting off system warnings and some insults on his flying abilities.

 

[Sumalee]

Objective: Find the Doogooder [member="The Revenant"], his green floozy [member="Chevu Visz"], and [member="Jaren Solain"]
Enemies: Pretty boy [member="Sage Bane"]
2/20

Her senses would unfortunately, be correct.

Beyond the din, there was a commotion. A battle. The Togruta's lips would thin, and her hand immediately went towards her saber. She had been previously trained by Preacher, her former master in the Jedi Order. His tactics were much the same that the padawan was apt to take. However, she had been taught to take the time to analyze her surroundings.

One much always observe. The few seconds spent in taking stock of one's environment could save a life and prevent a regret later. So while her hand would curl around the simple hilt, she narrowed her eyes, crouching down as the fight continued on.

And observed.

 

[Nubica Felidae]

[Posts=9/20]

Objective: Make myself useful
Allies: [member="Sven Tolen"]
Enemies: They keep on coming…

Nubica juked her fighter up and away from the station, and then inverted and watched turbolaser fire shoot beneath her canopy. For a half second she thought the gunners were terribly shaken by the squadron's attack, hence their misses, and then she glanced at her rear sensor display. She smiled and keyed her comm unit.

"We softened them up for you..."

Behind her was another squadron — this time bombers — ready to take the ship apart.

But now she was required to provide cover for Sven, so she nudged her stick around and, with the flick of a thumb, switched her weapons over to proton torpedo control. She centred the box on her heads-up display over the distant spark that was the lead bogie speeding toward her comrades. The box started green, but quickly went yellow and, when her R2 started piping in a constant tone, the box went red. She pulled the trigger on her stick and launched a proton torpedo.

Her target immediately rolled and broke formation. There wasn't much of a chance that he could outrun the torpedo, but she knew what he was trying to do. If the Interceptor pilot could get the torpedo pointed at another target, and then break sharply at the last second, the missile would slam into one of her own ships. It was a good thing they weren’t rookies.

Three other squints broke off their run on them to follow their flight leader, which suggested to Nubica that the pilots were a lot more green than they should be. Switching her weapons back to lasers and quading them up; she dropped the aiming reticle over another squint's outline. When the crosshairs pulsed green, she tightened up on the trigger.

The four laser bolts converged on the pirate's starboard wing, slicing down through it. Sparks exploded from the blaster cannons and the panel disintegrated. The squint flew on, slowly rolling over and over, functionally out of the fight.

 

[Peyton Steele]

Objective: Not Die
Post 7/20

She continued on, as Peyton was known to do. The operative had a few peculiarities, but for the most part, she was able to handle what was needed to be done. But, in that same breath, she needed a team. The woman was able to get away from people, she was able to find people, but engaging in combat? That was something new for her. She had her shield belt, and blaster pistol, but what she was seeing when she came around the corner? Yeah, that wasn’t expected.

Lightsabers. Never a good thing when you were a Force-blind blonde without some sort of resistant armor. An audible squeak could be heard as she took cover around the corner. She bit her lip. Stupid, you’re better than that, Peyton. Maybe she wasn’t. She was hired by Intel to do a few jobs, and running headlong into Jedi?

Yeah, that wasn’t one of them.

Peaking around the corner, she powered up her blaster. They seemed to be interested in one another. But who was the one that was on her side? And where was Chevu?

[member="Sage Bane"]
[member="The Revenant"]

 

[Nubica Felidae]

[Posts=10/20]​

Objective: Make myself useful
Allies: [member="Sven Tolen"]
Enemies: They keep on coming…

One of the other X-wing’s flashed past her, so she dropped in behind and starboard of the other fighter. She rolled onto her port S-foil as she dove at a climbing pirate. The two fighters twisted around, each one's energy weapons firing above and below the target. Then her X-wing snap rolled ninety degrees and clipped off a quad burst before she began to climb up and out of the way.

Her four bolts hit. Two burst through the inside of the starboard wing, melting long gashes in it. The other two pierced the transparisteel bubble between the pilot and the vacuum of space. Something burned red and hot in the cockpit for a second, and then a roiling gold explosion ripped the dead craft apart.

She rolled out to the right to avoid the explosion and pulled the stick back to her chest. She brought her X-wing around, ready for another pass up through the enemy formation. One of her comrade’s loomed above her for a moment, and then a trio of dagger like ships filled her vision of the sky. All three had moved into range and cut loose.

All three opened fire on her, seeking to destroy her ship's weaponry. Heavy turbolasers, heavy turbolaser cannons, and ion beams all played out, splashing red and blue energy across her shields. The weapons' energy bled into the sphere of the shields, nibbling away at it, shrinking it like a balloon with a slow leak.